"Muxue isn't home. You can come visit another day," said Gu Qingshan, glancing toward the door.
"Alright, Uncle Gu. Uncle Liu, I'll be going then." Xue Rui wasn't one to miss a hint. He said his goodbyes and walked out.
Xue Rui figured it out. Gu Qingshan had mentioned him to his colleagues at work and even knew about his recent income. This showed he was paying close attention to his game development venture.
He also recalled how his old man had been secretly looked after by Gu Qingshan...
'Does Gu Muxue's arrogance come from Gu Qingshan?' he wondered.
Kids were setting off firecrackers in the neighborhood. Smelling the faint scent of gunpowder, Xue Rui felt a sudden sense of urgency and pressure. He mentally reviewed his plans, trying to see if he had forgotten anything.
It was the kind of anxiety adults feel when facing the holidays.
